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| Mommy, every night I hear you and daddy making noises and when I look in your bedroom you're bouncing up and down on him. | |
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| Oh.. well.. ah.. well, I'm bouncing on his stomach because he's fat and that makes him thin again. | |
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| Because the lady next door comes by after you leave each day and blows him back up. | |
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